VOX

Fallen among the stars

The light comes and I

Raise myself to it in welcome

A supplicant

My voice no longer my own.

I hear the howls of the Things-That-Are

Their maws snap and lunge

Vicious in anticipation

Looming near.

He steps forward, weapon drawn

I hold out my hand to him

To them

And they fall

From my whisper “Not now.”

I kneel beside his body prone

Lifeless eyes

A fallen sword

Among silent beasts

I stand.

I have come to claim

My own

My self

Triumphant

Warriors

We are won.

LH Moore’s short stories have been published in all three Dark Dreams anthologies, as well as Sycorax’s Daughters, a groundbreaking anthology of African American female horror writers. This is her first publication as a poet. Moore is a historian who lives in the DC Metro area with her husband and two boys and loves art, travel, classical guitar, and video games. Ask her nicely and she might tell you about her night in the “Hut O’ Terror.” To find out more, visit her at lhmoorecreative.wordpress.com.